Here’s a sentiment from Charles Spurgeon that I found somehow encouraging. It’s from his book All of Grace, in the chapter dealing with despair in religion.

Remember that the man who truly repents is never satisfied with his own repentance. We can no more repent perfectly than we can live perfectly. However pure our tears, there will always be some dirt in them: there will be something to be repented of even in our best repentance.

Spurgeon argues that being unsatisfied with one’s own repentance is evidence in itself that the repentance is true and honest. I suppose my question then is, does the satisfaction that comes from that create an unsolvable paradox? I dunno, I hope not.